Country Metal

In a small-town bar on a Friday night, Neon signs glowin', hearts feelin' right. Pickup trucks and a starry sky, Whiskey in hand, let the jukebox cry. Lost love's gone, but the road's still long, Fields to plow and a heart that's strong. Strummin' tunes on a country guitar, Dreams of Nashville ain't ever too far. We'll dance through the fields, me and you, Under the sky of endless blue. Home is where the tractor tires roll, Country life feeds the soul. With each sunrise, I’ll till the land, Calloused hands from the soil and sand. Barn doors creak, and the horses neigh, Livin' simple in the country way. Sweet summer breeze and a front porch swing, Harmonica plays while the crickets sing. Cornfields stretch under a pale moonlight, In the heart of country, everything's right. We'll dance through the fields, me and you, Under the sky of endless blue. Home is where the tractor tires roll, Country life feeds the soul. Combining at sunset, gold in the sky, Harvestin' dreams as the daylight dies. Dust clouds rise, and the work ain't done, But there's peace in the setting sun. Home cooking in a farmhouse bright, Mama's kitchen fills with warm delight. Biscuits baking and the smell of stew, Love served hot for me and you. We'll dance through the fields, me and you, Under the sky of endless blue. Home is where the tractor tires roll, Country life feeds the soul.